Under the moonlight, Luo Chen's face appeared exceptionally pale, almost transparent, as if his bones and veins could be seen through his skin. His hair floated gently with the waves in the water, his entire body suspended below, giving him an almost otherworldly yet handsome aura. Ling Yueyaya watched his determined and profound face, and an inexplicable unease surged within her. She wanted to say something, but the current environment and situation did not allow it.
Luo Chen and Ling Yueyaya simultaneously reached out, touching the words "wind" and "water" on the magical Deosai artifact. At the moment they touched the artifact, their eyes met almost simultaneously, as if they silently confirmed each other's determination.
